you put the knife down and talk

On the first day of the National Day holiday, Cheng Ji sat half-dead on the sofa in a private room of a high-end private restaurant in Hong Kong City, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about what Gao Zhan and the others had for lunch.

Originally, Wei Yulan asked him to go over for dinner during the holiday, but Cheng Sihan, a bastard, didn't know what kind of ecstasy he had given his parents, so he just tricked two people who had never traveled to Hong Kong City to travel, and Cheng Ji was also caught. My uncle called to accompany me.

It is said to be tourism, but it is just to educate him on love under the banner of tourism.

Thinking that he must not be able to eat well at noon today, and thinking of the dishes made by Gao Zhan, Cheng Ji sighed heavily.

"What are you doing here at noon!" Uncle Cheng Yijun rushed over from the hospital, wearing a shirt and tie, looking like an elite in the industry.

"If you had to meet your most annoying person on the first day of the holiday, you would do the same." Cheng Ji tilted his head and said.

"I don't care who you are bothering. Before they arrive, let's talk about it first. No matter what happens later, you should restrain yourself a little bit." Cheng Yijun sat down and said with his arms around Cheng Ji's neck.

Cheng Ji sneered: "Why can't I restrain myself now?"

After his words fell, the door of the private room was pushed open by the waiter, and she turned sideways to invite the guest into the room.

Walking in the front and the first to enter the house was Cheng Ji's father, Cheng Jie.He is quite tall, and his figure is a bit fat, and he looks like a big boss in business at first glance. Cheng Ji doesn't look like him.

Seeing Cheng Jie come in, Cheng Ji stood up from the sofa and called out: "Dad."

Cheng Jie raised his eyes and glanced at Cheng Ji, then hummed with unknown emotion, and sat down at the main seat.

When he was seated, Cheng Ji's mother Jian Zhuqing and their precious son Cheng Sihan came in, and said as they walked, "Old Cheng, what are you doing so fast? The things you brought to Xiao Ji are still in the car. There's nothing in your head!"

After complaining, Jian Zhuqing looked at Cheng Ji, "The last time Sihan went shopping for shoes, he said he would pick a pair for you too. Try it after dinner."

Cheng Sihan also stood beside Jian Zhuqing and called his brother obediently and enthusiastically. If it wasn't for the bruise on the right side of his face, Cheng Ji would have thought he had hit him in a dream.

Cheng Sihan's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Jian Zhuqing, and the power in his eyebrows and eyes is exactly the same as Cheng Jie's. The three of them together are definitely a family of three.From his looks alone, Cheng Ji looked like an outsider.

Cheng Ji smiled at Jian Zhuqing, then looked at Cheng Sihan, and asked in a very concerned tone: "How is it, does your face still hurt?"

Cheng Sihan's smile suddenly froze on his face, his face was a little pale, not very good-looking.Cheng Ji ignored him, and pulled a chair beside Cheng Jie, "Mom, do you sit here?"

"No need, I'll just sit next to Cheng Cheng." Jian Zhuqing said, pulling Cheng Sihan to sit aside.

Cheng Cheng is Cheng Sihan's nickname.

After seeing it, Cheng Yijun hurried up to smooth things over, and sat down on the chair Cheng Ji opened, "Sister-in-law won't sit, so I'll sit next to my elder brother. I haven't seen my elder brother for so long. Replace wine with tea and have a good drink with my elder brother!"

Cheng Ji took a deep breath and sat down beside Cheng Yijun.

Cheng Yijun ordered the dishes the day before, and when they were all present, the waiter brought in the dishes one by one.They are all the characteristics of Hong Kong City, including seafood and some private dishes.

Cheng Jie moved the chopsticks first, and then everyone picked up the chopsticks.Cheng Ji picked up a chopstick casually, tasted it, and felt that his mouth was so stingy after eating the dishes made by Gaozhan, the dishes that he thought were good in the past are just like that now.

The atmosphere at the table was unusually weird.

Cheng Ji who occasionally moved his chopsticks, Jian Zhuqing who kept talking to Cheng Sihan with concern, and Cheng Jie who didn't answer Cheng Yijun.

Cheng Yijun drank three cups of tea instead of wine, then wiped his mouth, touched Cheng Ji with his leg under the table, and said in a low voice, "I can't drink anymore, what's the matter with you!"

Cheng Ji laughed, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "Every meal was like this during the three years I was in their house."

Cheng Jie didn't speak, and Jian Zhuqing didn't talk to Cheng Ji.

Cheng Yijun glanced at him and put down his cup.

"Mom, the food here is so spicy." Cheng Sihan who was sitting at the other side of the dining table said.

Cheng Ji looked up at him, and when he was about to speak, Cheng Yijun hurriedly said, "What's the matter, the food is not to your liking, why don't I order their special seafood stew, it's not spicy, but very fresh!"

Cheng Sihan glanced at Jian Zhuqing and shook his head, "I get gastroenteritis when I eat seafood, I'm sorry, little uncle, I may just not be used to the food here."

"If you're not used to it, go back quickly, what a fool you are." Cheng Ji said coldly.

The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly cooled down. Cheng Jie put down his chopsticks, took a sip of tea from a cup, and said after a while: "Have you studied hard here? I heard that the teaching level here is worse than your previous school. Big cut."

Cheng Ji also put down his chopsticks, and leaned back, "I don't think there is any difference. I was the first in the exam there, but I am still the first here."

Cheng Jie had very few opportunities to communicate with Cheng Ji, and was choked by Cheng Ji for a while, not knowing what to say.Jian Zhuqing, who had a lot of communication with Cheng Ji, said, "That's because the students here are very poor, it's the same in third- and fourth-tier small cities."

Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Jian Zhuqing to say that, "It's because I didn't speak rigorously. I was number one and tied for number one. If you do this, it seems to be more challenging than schools in first-tier cities. And , Grandpa, uncle, and I are all from third- and fourth-tier cities, a university professor, and a surgical expert, so I should not be far behind."

"Don't talk about those useless things," Cheng Jie slammed the cup on the table and ordered, "Hurry up and pack up your things and go back with us."

"No." Cheng Ji resolutely refused.

"I order you to pack your things and come home with us!" Cheng Jie was suddenly furious, stood up and pointed at Cheng Ji and shouted.

Cheng Ji just sat firmly on the chair, shook his head, "I won't go back after I leave, it's not my home either."

Cheng Jie was obviously irritated, his generous body was panting heavily, Jian Zhuqing hurried over, "Old Cheng, don't be angry, don't compete with him, huh?"

Cheng Sihan is called Cheng Cheng, and Cheng Ji is "him"?

Looking at the family of three, Cheng Ji suspected countless times that he might really have been given the package with a card, the kind that he couldn't avoid.Otherwise, they are all their own sons, why should they treat him like this...

"Xiao Ji, you see that your father is so angry, apologize to your father quickly! And you have to apologize to Cheng Cheng, and you beat him so hard when Cheng Cheng apologized that day, and the wound on his face hasn't healed yet , you clearly know that your brother is not in good health..." Jian Zhuqing said sternly.

What she said was almost in Cheng Ji's expectation, but Cheng Ji wished her not to say that countless times.But Jian Zhuqing still said that it was not like a mother educating her children, but rather like a hostess admonishing her employees and asking him to apologize.

The home they talked about was never Cheng Ji's home.

Looking at Cheng Sihan's smug expression, Cheng Ji also laughed, his eyes were full of desolation, "He apologized, who forgave him? He tore up my grandpa's book, let him ask my grandpa if he forgave him." Him."

"You!" Jian Zhuqing was angry, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Cheng Ji sighed and stood up, "I shouldn't have come today."

He didn't eat in the morning, and he ate a few mouthfuls of spicy food at noon, and now his stomach is burning.Cheng Sihan didn't have gastroenteritis, he was the one who had gastroenteritis only with bad water in his stomach.

He walked towards the door, and a violent voice came from behind him: "Stop!"

Cheng Ji paused for a moment, then opened the door, turned around and looked at the glaring Cheng Jie and Jian Zhuqing, Cheng Sihan, mother and son who were snuggling together.

"I wish your family of three happiness."

After he finished speaking, he went out and closed the door behind him.What happened behind the door, what they accused him of, had nothing to do with him.

Cheng Ji took a taxi to the downstairs of the community, just paid the money and got off the car, he saw the door of the small noodle restaurant at the entrance of the community was open, and he walked over by some strange coincidence.

The light was on in the small noodle shop, but there were no customers, only a tall and thin figure standing in the back kitchen.He pulled the noodles with both hands, the noodles in his hands bounced, and the contaminated flour also flew up.

Bang, bang, the sound of noodles hitting the chopping board.

Cheng Ji walked over, leaned against the door of the back kitchen, looked at Gaozhan Ramen, and suddenly felt very at ease.

"Why are you here, Auntie?" He said something casually.

Gao Zhan had seen him come in a long time ago, dipped the noodles under his hands in flour, and shook them twice as if showing Cheng Ji his superb skills. "She's not here, you seem very disappointed," Gao Zhan said, "She's setting fire to people in the mahjong parlor next door. If you miss her, go find her."

"I miss you." Cheng Ji said.

Gao Zhan snorted coldly, "If you fart, let it go."

"I miss you so much, I'm cooking," Cheng Ji laughed dryly and rubbed his stomach, "Thinking about you makes my stomach hurt."

Gao Zhan frowned: "Didn't you go to have dinner with your parents..."

"What can we do with them?" Cheng Ji looked at the faces of Gao Zhan's men, "Have you shaken the noodles?"

Gao Zhan pushed Cheng Ji out of the back kitchen, then poured him a cup of hot water, "Wait."

Gao Zhan wanted to record a video of ramen, but he was afraid of getting flour everywhere when practicing in the kitchen at home, so he opened the door of the small noodle shop.Unexpectedly, the first customer was an acquaintance.

He put the noodles into the pot, then took out the broth he cooked from the refrigerator, poured the broth into the pot, and the aroma immediately filled the small noodle shop.

Gao Zhan saw that the noodles were almost ready, so he blanched two more vegetables and fried a soft-boiled egg for Cheng Ji.

Gao Zhan handed the noodles to Cheng Ji, and said, "There are not so many ingredients at home, so you can make do with it."

Cheng Ji grinned at Gao Zhan, then took a big mouthful.

"The last time you ate my mother's noodles, I thought you wouldn't want to eat noodles for a while." Gao Zhan sat down opposite him and said.

Cheng Ji lowered his head and ate, shaking his head, "I love everything you cook."

I don't know if it's because of the steaming heat of the noodles or what, Cheng Ji's eyes turned sour, as if what happened just now was a nightmare, and this is the real world in Gaozhan.

He lowered his head abruptly, tears falling into the noodle soup.

Gao Zhan didn't speak, and raised his hand to rub the back of his neck vigorously.

"It's not enough and there's still in the pot."

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